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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
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Archive for January, 2010
Sunday, January 31st, 2010
r u hungry? – foto by Smith
Here’s a mundane poem about the momentary nothings that affect the flow of our daily lives, inconsequential details of non-moments told in non-haiku.
I think technically these eight stanzas are senryÅ«, as are most if not all the 8 poems I’ve written these past 2 weeks containing 54 haiku or senryÅ« – I’ll explore my thoughts on this maybe tomorrow in a poem titled The Haiku Police.
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Mundania
Refrigerator
clicks on hum in the kitchen
two dark rooms away
Wake, rise, piss, shit, weigh,
brush, gargle, kiss wife, pet cat,
make coffee, sit, blog
Coffee in morning
Hot lentil curry for lunch
Dinner banana
I toke the last smoke
knowing the normal ahead
Contentedly go
Sit on couch and read
Sit on couch and do my work
Sit on couch and rest
Wife’s ex ran up bills
in her name, crashed her credit
Worm in man’s body
The interaction
twixt men, women, strangers, friends
is hopeless at best
Get your head out of
your morass and pick your ass
up off the ground, clown
snow – foto by Smith
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Saturday, January 30th, 2010
poverty – foto by Smith
Freedonia
Gave up Lent for Lent
Had enough of their Pay-now
Don’t-collect-later
Slick chains the rich play
Around the poor to keep them
Turning other cheek
Your Trickle-Down plan
Feels warm yellow sticky
You pissing on me?
Anything they want
The rich take without asking
And no giving back
Republican scum
Or Democrat cowardice
Crooks at either end
Is non-violent
Revolution a trick to
Keep us in our place?
The Gots they do got
The Got-nots get even less
Fuck me very much
third world – foto by Smith
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Friday, January 29th, 2010
ectoplasm, West Side Market – foto by Smith
Dear Diary
Online mindless I
Play Solitaire or Tetris
In Zen nowhen trance
Dark dreams in the day
Feed on the shit left over
From my happy lies
Can’t keep being me
All the time – don’t like just me
Better be’s to be
A common suture
To fix bad start, broken odds
A walk in the woulds
My head nods, dips down
Eyes close, sleep creep, mind ramble
Delicious nowhere
This play of three lines
In seventeen syllables
Seeks grace as its goal
For there is cool
And there is cruel
And one is not the other
ectoplasm, West Side Market – foto by Smith
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Thursday, January 28th, 2010
queen cat – foto by Smith
I spose I’ve gone too far this time, beyond the pale, too close to kitsch.
Already been too many haiku — household haiku, funny haiku, family haiku, philosophical haiku, moral haiku, sex haiku, faux haiku, diary haiku, social satirical surreal brooding wide ranging bad and good haiku, senryÅ« haiku.
Yet here’s another seven-in-oner, only this time it’s feline lines.
Cat Noir
Food! And affection!
Clean cat box! And attention!
It’s ALL about her
Her sad meow of
Existential howl rends
But is fake, I laugh
Hug her to my ear
Purr rumble against my chest
Proper start to day
I give the cat ham
She rubs my leg in purr fur
Walks to wife for more
Suncat lies in light
Curving purr, lick stretch fur, yawn
So slow, motion art
The cat wakes my wife
Each morning at 4 a.m.
Get up! Time to play!
Cat walks a thin line
Between cute and obnoxious
Cuddle or cat gut
cat noir – foto by Smith
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Wednesday, January 27th, 2010
Jesus bomb – foto by Smith
Achoo
Haiku! Gesundheit.
Any towels with this shower
Or is this dessert?
I burble in blurts
As I dabble in gamble
Gamboling about
Don’t have no handle
And I too often dangle
Within and without
Capitalism —
Unholy guacamole
Batman, it’s a sham
Rise, shit, eat, work, sleep
Day after daze after day
In never ending
Chaos from Christians
Death debt Capitalism
Babylon babble
Mind or animal
Same as spirit versus flesh
So I mine my mind
be nice – foto by Smith
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Tuesday, January 26th, 2010
American pop – foto by Smith
This is Lady K’s only household haiku, written about her father smoking two cigarettes simultaneously at her first wedding.
Good dad wipes his eyes
Cigarette dangles, candy
Drips from fingertips
– Lady K
Lady asked me to explain my scorpion-frog haiku from yesterday. This is a fair request since it’s way too enigmatic.
Frog and scorpion
Pollution in the river
Need kill desire
This is based on the famous parable of the scorpion asking the frog to carry it across the river on its back. The frog says no way, if I carry you on my back, you’ll sting me and I’ll die and we’ll both drown. The scorpion says don’t worry, I won’t sting you in the middle of the river because then we’d both die and that would be against my better interests. So the frog says okay, the scorpion hops on, they head across, and halfway across the river the scorpion stings the frog. As the frog is dying he cries out “Why did you sting me? Now you’ve killed both of us.” The scorpion simply replies, “It’s my nature.”
So the pollution in the river in this haiku is the bodies of the frog and scorpion on one level, but the larger level is the “need / kill / desire” selfishness that’s killing off our human civilization. (I like what Gandhi said when he was asked what he thought of Western Civilization:”What do I think of Western civilization? I think it would be a very good idea.”)
Not a good haiku because too dense, too esoteric, too enigmatic. But what is one to do late at night when that’s what appears in one’s brain, especially when the scorpion perfectly sums up our current rash of politicians and the frog exemplifies our country?
death truck – foto by Smith
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Monday, January 25th, 2010
dead Marilyn 2010 – foto by Smith
Surfing Sufi
Need and desire
Lie in wait to bait logic
Mine over manner
The truth relies lies
To refocus demeanor
And rectify whys
Right and wrong waver
Moral measures miss the song
Basic good better
To step is to start
To continue the matter
The race to be one
Frog and scorpion
Are polluting the river
Need kill desire
Ego needs large print
To re-see itself in same
Magnifying mere
Limbic low limbo
Fight fear, flee phoned-in fodder
Hear in inner ear
dead Elvis 2010 – foto by Smith
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Sunday, January 24th, 2010
tablecat – foto by Smith
Home Haiku
Wife on the chair there
Cat here by me on the couch
Family circle
I sit in the dark
Sounds outside, in here, downstairs
Third floor symphony
Cat lies on table
Tail twitching, body curved
Sleeping liquid flesh
Wife in bed by eight
Around midnight I creep in
Shadow in the night
The cat sleeps and sleeps
Then wakes, rises, yawns, stretches
Settles, sleeps some more
Feeling down today
Most things going well lately
Used my energy
There’s no I in team
But there is a little me
Me, myself, I, them
new glasses – foto by Smith
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Saturday, January 23rd, 2010
plant roots in water – foto by Smith
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Life Lines
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Budget
Money gets smaller
While the bills, well they do rise
Punch new hole in belt
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Score
Stash is running low
The old guilt resurfaces
Stay strong, or weak buy
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Tempus
The day steps quickly
The night even faster moves
And so goes my me
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Postcoital
The caterpillar
Glistens in night-sparkled dew
Hides in its foreskin
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Thermophile
Night heat creaks away
On little metal mouse feet
The cold slithers in
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Soak
Lying in liquid
Wet deep heat in the bathtub
I merge, become one
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Older
Teeth are falling out
My muscle body broken
But I am wiser
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gasoline pump cover – foto by Smith
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